Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.